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-Where The Truth Lays-



Was I wrong?

As she hums a sweet song

Was I wrong? I mumble

As she begins to crumble.



Am I not your life problems?

The questions begins to add to her troubles

She sits close and begins to fumble.

Of course you’re not.



What would bring you that thought?

I think about my newly made gun shot.

I thought I was your life’s trouble

Tears begin to tumble.

And I start to tremble.



Why do you cry?

As I lay here about to die.

Smile mother

Well do it together

Smile mother



Pulling the trigger

There lies next to me

A second bloody figure.

Heart beating slow

I want you to know

I really did love you so.



The question lay

Upon you heart

Will you get through this day

Losing us in such a way.

You take the gun

Hold it high

And hope to die.



One two three

-There ends our family tree-

-Exkai Jade Satiro-